Uncovering You: The Complete Series (Mega Box Set) (150 page)

Jeremy’s words have touched my soul.

He kisses my brow. “I’m going to go see if I can find my brother,” he says, getting up and putting last night’s clothes on. “I doubt he went home last night. He’d have been analyzing what happened. Who knows?” Jeremy winks. “With luck, he might have some good news already.”

“Let’s not get our hopes up,” I say under my breath.

Jeremy looks at me. “What was that?”

“Nothing.”

“Would you like to come?”

I look around the bright room. The morning sun shines through the window. “I think I’ll stick around here, for now.” I say. “It’s…familiar. Comfortable.”

“Okay. I’ll be back soon. Would you like me to call for some breakfast?”

“Sure,” I say. “Thank you.”

Jeremy nods. “Remember,” he adds before leaving the room, “I love you, Lilly. Nothing will ever change that.”

But what if I change
? I wonder as he closes the door.

Chapter Forty-One

LILLY

Ten minutes later, Jill comes into the room. She’s carrying a small tray of food.

“There you are, Miss Ryder,” she says, propping the legs of the tray up and placing it over my lap. “Would you like anything else?”

I look at the collection of items on the tray and suppress an unexpected shiver.

There are two piles of toast. A glass of milk. And one poached egg.

The tiny provisions remind me of my time in the dark by the pillar.

“Miss Ryder?” Jill prompts.

I look up at her, startled out of my brief reverse. “What?” I say. Then I remember her question. “No. No, thank you. I’m fine.”

“You look much healthier today,” she notes. She gives a kind smile. “Much more vibrant. The rest did you good.”

I blink, surprised by the comment, and then thank her with my own smile.

“If you need anything else,” she says, “there’s a button by the side of your bed. I’ll be on call.”

“Thanks, again.” I note the tiny red button.

Jill looks me over once more, and repeats “much healthier,” under her breath. Then, she leaves me alone.

With the door closed, I pick up the first piece of toast. I hold it up, examining the tiny grains in the light. Then I shrug and take a bite.

I chew it thoroughly and slowly. I swallow. I feel the bread move down my throat. It settles in my stomach. After being prohibited food for thirty-six hours prior to the operation, it feels strange to eat.

I eat the rest of the toast at the same, measured pace. It’s a methodical, rhythmic process—almost meditative. I bite, chew, and swallow. Wait. Bite, chew, and swallow. Wait. Bite, chew, and—

The world lurches.

My arms shoot out to steady myself. I upend the tray. The glass of milk spills onto the sheets. The egg yolk smears on the mattress.

“Shit,” I curse. “Shit, shit, shit!”

I start to clean up, bunching the sheet up to limit the mess. My dark hair falls into my eyes. I swat it away, irritated and annoyed, and continue cleaning.

The door opens and
Stonehart
walks in.

I freeze when I see him. My entire body goes into shock. My eyes widen. I gasp. “You!”

He crooks his head to the side and smiles. “Yes, me,” he says, not unkindly. “Who did you expect? I found my brother. He has good news. He…”

“No!” I yelp and scamper off the bed, away from him. My eyes search for a way out.

He’s blocking the exit. There’s no escape.

“Lilly?” Stonehart asks. He steps toward me. “Lilly, what is it?”

“NO!” I scream. I point an unsteady finger at him. “You! Stay away! Stay away!”

My back hits the wall. My damned hair keeps falling into my face. Fuck, but I should have tied it back! But Stonehart doesn’t allow for such luxuries. He likes it flowing and long…

He takes another step toward me. “Lilly…” he begins.

“No!” I scream. “Stay away, you monster! Stay away! DON’T TOUCH ME!”

His dark eyes bore into me. I can feel the aggression behind them. The absolute depravity that makes him capable of rape after rape after rape.

My vision spins. Sparks start to flutter in and out around the edges. They make me nervous.
He
makes me nervous, and he’s still not going away!

I crumble down into a small ball in the corner of the room. I cower, terrified. Terrified of Stonehart, terrified of what he’s come here to do. I can’t stand another rape. I can’t. I cannot! I’ll go crazy if he touches me. I’ll lose my mind…

The first seeds of darkness start to take root.

I breathe hard. I sink lower, rocking on my heels. “No, no, no, no, no,” I repeat, over and over again. I close my eyes, squeeze them tight. The blackness beckons me. The blackness feels safe. I want to feel its embrace, to feel—

Stonehart touches my shoulder. I scream and jerk away.

He pulls back, like his fingers have just grazed the side of a scalding kettle. Frantic, I spin my head around, searching for an escape. My hair keeps flying in my vision. Damn thing! I should have shaved it off long ago, and let’s see how Mr. Stonehart likes me then!

I see a spot. A hiding place. It’s small, but compact and close enough that I think I can reach it before Stonehart touches me again. If I hear the horrifying, ominous sound of him undoing his zipper, I’m going to lose it…

With all the strength, courage, determination, and speed I can muster, I scuttle like a crab to that precious hiding spot under the bed.

Relief
. Relief washes over me when I reach it. In fact, it’s accompanied by something akin to disbelief. I made it
past
Stonehart, so fast that he couldn’t even grab me.

I hear the door open and close.

Cautiously, I raise my head. I look out from my protective cave.

The room is empty. Stonehart has left?

I frown, puzzled all of a sudden. Stonehart has never left me before getting what he wants. He never left me without taking control of my body…

Pure terror grips me next. The only reason he would have left is that I’ve made him majorly pissed.

And a Stonehart who is displeased with me?

Well, he takes his punishment out in crude and unusual ways.

My heart is beating so fast. I keep running a hand through my hair, over and over again, almost obsessively. I click my tongue and stop it.
Damn bad habit
, I think.
I don’t know where I picked it up.

I wait for my heartbeat to slow. My breathing calms. I feel more…steady. More sure of myself.

Shit
, I think.
I shouldn’t have panicked.
Why did I panic? I’ve dealt with Stonehart before. Nothing he does now can be any worse.

Then realization—or maybe remembrance—hits me. Stonehart doesn’t like a weak woman. He likes one who’s feisty, who can fight back.

I take a full, deep breath. I have no idea what’s gotten into me. I’m not a frightened mouse to hide under the bed. I am a phoenix, glorious and strong, waiting for my rebirth…

…which I will have as soon as I have completed the five years of my contract. I have to get close to Stonehart. Don’t I? I have to get close to him to get my vengeance. That’s an oath I swore.

So, with the memory of that promise pulsing through me with the strength of an oxen’s heart,
I emerge from my pathetic hiding spot and sit on the bed as regal as any queen.

I adjust my nightgown, smoothing out the wrinkles on the front. I feel an odd sensation between my legs. My hand dips underneath, and I find a pair of panties around my hips.

Confusion grips me. The room spins again. Panties? But Stonehart prohibits all form of underwear! How the hell did these get there?

As quickly as I can, I strip them off and fling them to the corner. I feel cleansed.

I sigh in relief, smooth my nightgown once more, run a hand through my hair—catch myself doing it, chide myself for succumbing to that awful habit, and let my hands drop.

I fold them in my lap and face the door to wait.

Then I have a better idea. A queen does not sit
waiting
for her subjects. No, a queen
expects.
And I have to be a queen in Stonehart’s eyes.

I can expect nothing if I’m angled toward the door.

So I turn around and face the window, leaving my proud and exposed back to the doorway.

Long minutes pass. I drum my fingers on my thigh.

What’s taking him so long, I wonder.

And then the door opens, and I smile.
Ah, there he is
.

I turn—and am immediately thrown into an awful tailspin.

--

There is not one Stonehart standing there…but
two
.

I shriek and dive under the covers. One Stonehart I can manage. But a pair?

Sobs overtake my body. I imagine all the vile things two Stonehart’s can do to me. I cry and cry and cry, awaiting the inevitable first touch.

And all the while, I give way to that nasty habit, that filthy thing, and stroke my long, soft hair over my cheek again and again and again.

Chapter Forty-Two

LILLY

I cower and wait. They do not touch me. They speak in hushed tones and eventually leave.

I peek out from under the sheet. Did I imagine that? Was it yet another lie?

Wait. ‘Another?’ Why ‘Another?’

Sometime later—I cannot tell how long. My nerves are too frayed—the door opens again and an elderly woman comes in.

I stare at her. I think,
Rose?
But, no. This is not Rose. Some memory, some inkling in the back of my mind tells me something happened to Rose. I do not know what. It does not seem important now.

But the woman has a familiar face—even if I can’t say why.

She does not frighten me, at least.

“Miss Ryder?” she smiles at me. “My name’s Jill. Do you remember? I brought you food this morning.”

I narrow my eyes at her, suddenly suspicious. I do not even remember eating.

“What is this place?” I ask. I look around the room, expecting to find the marble pillar. But it’s not there. That throws me off.

“This is the Hermann Grace Medical Center.” She smiles. “I’m a nurse. I’m here to take care of you.”

“Take care of me how?” My hackles rise. “Where is Jer…“ I cut off. I remember it’s rude to call him by his first name. Especially to people I do not know. “Where is Mr. Stonehart?”

“Mr. Stonehart is close by,” Jill says. “Would you like me to call him for you?”

“No!” I yelp. Then I curse. If this “Jill” passes on information to Stonehart about my reluctance to see him…

Well, that can only end in more punishment.

“I mean,” I clear my throat, “I’m sure Mr. Stonehart will see me when he deems the time proper.”

A bit of sadness shows in Jill’s eyes. I do not know why.

“I’m here to give you something,” she says. She holds out a thick, pen-like device. “If you’ll let me?”

I eye her warily. “Did Mr. Stonehart send you?”

‘No,” she says. “Dr. Telfair did.”

Dr. Telfair
. There’s another name that should ring a bell. In fact it sparks something in the back of my mind. But’s very vague, and much too hard to reach.

However, for whatever reason, that name grants me no comfort. It’s a trustworthy name. A name I can rely on.

Unlike Stonehart.

“Okay,” I say. I hold out my hand. “I’ll take it.”

“Actually,” Jill says, smoothly coming up to my side. “It’s something I have to give you.”

And in a curt, stabbing motion, she jabs the pen into my leg.

“You bitch!” I call out, and jerk up, away from her, the pen sticking out of my leg…

Without warning, I stumble. The world spins once. My vision clouds, then clears, and then clouds up again.

I close my eyes, feeling suddenly dizzy. I hold out a hand to steady myself. It finds the wall. A subtle pain works through my temples. I’ve forgotten all about my leg. I reach a hand to the side of my skull, just above my ear. My finger finds short, prickly hairs…

I gasp in horrible realization of where I’ve been. My eyes pop open. I stare at Jill, who is looking at me with a worried, anxious expression.

“Get Dr. Telfair,” I whisper.

She runs out the room. I look down at my leg. It’s an auto-inject pen.

Moments later Jeremy and Dr. Telfair burst through the doors.

They both rush to me. Jeremy reaches me first. He wraps his arms around me. I hold onto him and cry.

“I lost it,” I say. “I lost it, I lost it. I lost it…”

“Lilly,” Dr. Telfair speaks. “We don’t have much time. The shot Jill just gave you will only keep you here for ten minutes. After that—after that, you’ll go back.”

I cling to Jeremy and cry harder.

“Sh, sh,” he murmurs in my ear. “It’s all right. You’re here now. You’re safe.”

“W—why ten minutes?” I blubber.

“It’s a variation of the counteragent I’ve given you before, but a much shorter ester. It’ll be out of your system quickly. I can’t give you anything longer acting, because we still don’t know how all the drugs might interact.”

I break away from Jeremy and look helplessly into Dr. Telfair’s eyes. “So I’m doomed?” I say. “I’m doomed to be who my father was, forever?”

“We don’t know that for certain,” Jeremy says. “There’s always a chance…”

“But there’s not!” I wail. Full desperation has kicked in. “If the procedure failed, if I can’t be given the antidote…Oh, God, Jeremy! I
remember
! I remember everything that I thought was real. How I thought you were Stonehart. How I couldn’t understand why there were two of you. How I still thought I was bound by the contract, in the sunroom, with the pillar just over my shoulder…”

I break off in despairing moans and start to cry.

“I will fix this,” Dr. Telfair promises. “I will…”

The world lurches once.

I stagger back, off balance. When I look up, there are two Stonehart’s staring at me.

Two Stoneharts, with evil intentions clear in their eyes…

“No!” I screech, and stumble away. I grab my head, pulling at the roots of my long hair. “No, damn you! Stay away!”

The Stonehart closest to me—the one with an aghast expression on his face—moves like a jaguar. He grabs something from his pocket and leaps on me. I squeeze my eyes shut and shield my body from him…